1997 - Pistol Grip

We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive

Backyard gigs, AXP, drinking till the early sunrise

Beginning of an era, occupation concern

A boy makes a man’s tough choice

Paltry income, wood that won’t burn

Listen to the desperate voice

Now it’s 1997

I got no plans but the future’s coming fast

Oh, oh this is what I know

Five years gone, the pressure just mounts

A boulder that just won’t budge

Alternatives closed, better find that sound

What you got just ain’t enough

Sink or swim, sea of defeat, 10,000 miles of road

Unified plunge, drunken colleagues

Tears through a foreign pay phone

Now it’s 1997

I got no plans but the future’s coming fast

Oh, oh this is what I know

Better make plans or the future’s gonna pass

Oh, oh I just don’t know

We were just kids, indecisive not dumb

Adolescent state of mind

No one’s packing in, traveling bums, failure is far behind